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No. Not like this. Not tonight. He's not gonna do this again.
High above them, ina a rusted old lamp above the alley, a flame spat and shivered. It was royal blue at its base, its feathery top a brilliant gold, like the tail of some exotic bird. It shivered and flicked, as if it had a mind, as if it was pausing for a moment to watch the scene below. Soot grew thick on the glass, but the flame shone brighter, growing higher, sucking on the rich oil in the tank.
He's found me again, wants to tear me apart. I won't let him, I won't.
The night was hot and wet, the air hanging like a shroud, thick with the day’s lingering haze and muck. A single lamp burned high above the alley, throwing fitful quivers of amber onto the stones below. She couldn’t run another step, her body felt like it was about to shatter. She leaned against a burnt-out barrel and tried to breathe in the greasy, sooty air.
He's held me down too many times. He's pushed himself into me, taking me over. Stinking and wet. Says he wants me to bleed tonight. He's going to kill me.
She stared at the moody flame and tried to whisper a prayer, a wish, anything, “I don’t want it to be like this. I can’t die like this.” The flame curled and wavered, crackling on the whale fat feeding its wick. She cowered behind an ash barrel and tried not to breathe, to think.
Says he's gonna cut me up inside, then slit my throat, like the Ripper did to those other whores. Each time it gets worse and worse. He's sick. He's sick and rich, and he looks pretty so noone will believe me. He paid too much for me to turn him down at first but it's worse and worse and God I can't die like this, I won't.
He burst out of the building and threw himself on her. “I told you not to, I told you. But you had to disobey me.” He yanked her hair back, slamming her head on the cobblestones and breathed into her ear, “I fuckin’ told you…” again and again as he fumbled at his belt “Now see what you get…” She whimpered and tried to push at him, but he was too heavy, too determined.
He tore at her skirts, flinging them up, clapping his palm over her mouth. Her teeth slid on his greasy skin as she tried to bite him. He dug his fingers into her cheeks and fumbled at her thighs, dodging the sharp points of her boots, wrenching her legs open. The feather-flame high above dodged and wove as it lapped up the hot grease in its belly, popping on a moth, a fly.
And oh god please no don't, don't,he's going to do it he's forcing my legs no, trying to open my cunt I cna't scream he's too heavy, I can't breathe I'm going to die I'm going to d-
She screamed as something moved deep within her, swiftly squeezing down from her womb and out from her body, slithering and wild. At the same moment, he jumped back, silent, white with terror.
He stared at her and slowly lifted his hand, bloody and broken at the wrist, missing his last two fingers. She lifted her skirts higher to see - he had barely touched her, but she was covered with blood and fluid, and with a strong earthy smell like her monthly bleeding. Clinging to her thigh was a tiny baby, skinny and red, squealing like a piglet. She gently pulled its hands away and lifted the infant into the moody light. Its eyes were open, large and black, no iris, no pupil, just onyx. Its mouth was gaping like a fish, full of sharp, serrated teeth. It was gnawing at his fingers, sucking the pulpy flesh from the bone. It stretched its lips into a grin and giggled at her, holding up a dripping digit for her to take.
The lamplight, steadier now, washed over the alley, throwing shards of deep golden light over the figures below. She stood up, calmly, wrapping the baby in her apron, tenderly wiping the fluid from its face. He tripped backwards, falling into a pile of old crates, unable to take his eyes off of them.
The baby started to whimper and scratch at the cord on its tiny distended belly, dropping the gnawed bones. She shushed it with a smile and walked over to him. She looked deep into his eyes as she bit the cord off, spitting it hard into his face before she left the alley, humming gently to the baby.
